Like Me
Failure-
Never winning the race,
A grimace in time;
Takes over my mind,
drowns me-
deeper,
deep,
like cement shoes
success is tarnished;
tainted-
rusted like old gold
golden-
like dreams in clouds
the white is broken
breaking-
tears of defeat;
drown me further
in this puddle-
a puddle of muddied hope
non-existant
gone,
vanished,
is that success
like childhood candy,
never stolen from THAT baby,
maybe baby,
you will grow up,
and be a failure,
a failure like me.
Copyright © Melissa Ross | Year Posted 2008
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